by Lacey Legend
Chapter 14
She knew it was silly and shallow, but Jenna was filled with glee to see Spencer’s stretch Hummer waiting in the NYU parking lot on Friday afternoon. Yet again, they were headed to JFK airport to take Spencer’s private charter plane to Portland. Boarding the plane, a sense of relief washed over her, knowing there was no way Leon could reach her over the weekend.
The flight was a little over an hour. Disembarking, Jenna saw a silver convertible Aston Martin parked in a hangar. The jangle of metal made her head swivel and she saw Spencer dangling the keys.
“Do I get to drive?”
Spencer laughed uproariously. “Jenna, I’m a modern man, but no. In this case, I’m a traditionalist and I’ll be serving you this weekend. Besides this classic British sports car needs a British man behind the wheel.”
Jenna pulled a face. “It’s just a car.”
“Now, it’s comments like that which demonstrate to me you have no appreciation of this vehicle. There’s no way I’m playing passenger while you drive this beast round Portland like a grandma.”
“You’re being very rude.”
Spencer kissed her briskly. “I’m teasing...but you aren’t going to drive,” he laughed as he slung her suitcase in the boot of the car.
Jenna didn’t put up an indignant feminist argument. If he wanted to play chauffeur, it suited her. Truthfully, she wouldn’t have felt comfortable driving such an expensive car. Her nerves would probably end up causing her to have an accident and given Spencer’s love of motor vehicles, she might not prove to be a popular guest for the weekend if she had a mishap while driving.
Driving through Portland, Jenna was able to appreciate the beauty of the New England region. The scenery was similar to a picture postcard. The Old Port was an authentic working waterfront and Jenna was mesmerized by the boats and fishermen by the wharf. The cobblestoned streets and historic buildings gave the town a sense of something magical where the past and present collided. As Spencer drove toward a historic Victorian house painted blue with white trimmings on the verandah, Jenna realized how romantic the getaway was.
After being greeted by the owners of the inn and shown to their suite, Jenna was finally able to find some words of thanks.
“This place is incredible. I’ve never seen anything like this. Everything is so old, but so pretty.”
“It’s over a hundred years old,” Spencer informed her. “Although I hope the bed isn’t. I don’t want the springs squeaking all weekend.”
Jenna threw a pillow at him. “What’s the plan, then?”
Spencer studied her. It was too easy to fall into the habit of having sex followed by a post coital chat. As hot as the sex was, Spencer found spending time with Jenna rewarding in a different way.
“Do you eat seafood?”
“I do,” confirmed Jenna.
“As this is a seaside town and the collection of restaurants has developed a respected reputation, I would suggest taking you out for dinner to taste something fresh from the sea.”
Jenna suddenly felt insecure about what she'd packed. In Paris, she’d been given the opportunity to shop for a few suitable outfits for their weekend. This time, Spencer had made no such offer and Jenna had been forced to handpick from her limited wardrobe. Freshening up in the bathroom, she had reservations about her dress. The long sleeved blue dress with a scoop neck came just below her knees. The material clung to her petite frame.
As she assessed her reflection, wishing the dress showed off more cleavage and deciding that the long sleeves and sensible length made her look like a schoolteacher, Spencer knocked and entered before she could say she was decent.
“That color suits you,” he said kissing her cheek as he began to brush his teeth. “It’s a good choice. It’ll be cool out tonight; you wouldn’t want to be wearing something skimpy.”
He slicked back his hair and untucked his shirt. Jenna wanted to slap him for being so sexy. He wore white trousers, a blue striped shirt and navy blazer. Looks-wise, she felt inferior beside him, but Spencer had a way of making her feel as if she belonged on his arm.
Portland by night was something special. As Spencer linked hands with Jenna to make sure the cobblestones didn’t have an argument with her high heels, she realized she was becoming less and less self-conscious in his presence.
Spencer chose the restaurant. Jenna wasn’t used to eating out and was in awe of the silver service and décor of the restaurant.
“Do you remember telling me about the obstacles we’d face because of our different backgrounds?” she asked Spencer, mid-meal.
“I do.”
“Has your opinion changed on that at all?”
“Are you worried I’m the kind of man who won’t admit when he’s wrong?”
Jenna laughed. “No. I was just thinking about us and how I feel when I’m with you and wondered how you feel when we’re together.”
“I believe we possibly will face obstacles because of our backgrounds and I stand by that statement, but I don’t believe our backgrounds actually impact on how you and I interact with one another.”
“Can you say that in plain English?”
“I think you and I have the ability to blend in with one another’s lifestyles. I was wary about developing any kind of relationship with your family, but I like the dynamic of your household. I see the value you put on your family ties and it is in line with my feelings about family. Thus, what you call a crummy apartment, I call a home.
You get an emergency text from a patient that needs you and you prioritize that, I invest a lot of my time in charity work. What I’m saying is even though we live and work in different environments, I’m learning that we share the same core values and I suspect we want the same things from life.”
“You hide your generosity and instinct to help people though,” observed Jenna.
“I do. The business world is harsh. The traits we were talking about are often seen as a weakness in my industry. My business is important to me. I can’t afford to have partners and rival firms view me as a weak link. It can be harmful to what I set out to do when I started my company. I employ over a thousand people. If investors and colleagues don’t trust me to operate my business with profit as the overall objective then I put a lot of people’s jobs at risk.”
“I guess when I heard you were a billionaire, I assumed money wasn’t a problem for you – life wasn’t a problem for you.”
“Money isn’t a problem for me, but I have the responsibility of ensuring people are employed to provide for their families and that requires attention and care. As for life not being a problem, you’ve met Rosie. You know there’s no cure. That reality stays with me every day and it’s a problem without a solution.”
“Listening to you speak, I guess we do have a lot in common. Mom, Liana and I juggle jobs and responsibilities to provide for the family and ensure Zada has a good upbringing.”
“And your work?”
“I’ll never make an impact on people the way you do. I’ll never be able to help people or charities on the scale that you can. I can’t create or maintain jobs for people to give them an income and purpose in life. I can’t be a patron to specialist charities, but I do want to contribute to society.”
“Social work is hands on. There’s a lot of emotional labor involved and you will directly change people’s lives. They’ll have a face and a person to thank when their lives improve. Don’t do yourself a disservice because you don’t have billions in the bank account. More people will remember the work you do than the work I’ve done.”
Dinner and dessert finished, the couple began to amble back to the guesthouse.
Spencer was quiet for a time. “You changed my life,” he said boldly into the still of the night.
“How’d you figure that?”
“I made a decision to put family first and use my company as a means of giving something back to the community. It’s worked well for me because it’s predictable, simple and controllabl
e. Nothing unexpected. It’s safe and secure and stable. In that knowledge, I felt in my spare time I could do as I please and treat people how I wanted to, because I could justify my contribution to society.
I spend all day chancing risks at work, but when it really matters...when it comes down to the real me, alone without my wealth or reputation to fall back on, I tended to present myself as a cardboard cutout, the playboy that won’t settle down. It’s such an easy role and requires very little effort.”
“It’s nice to hear you being honest about yourself.”
“Being with you, understanding you, the decisions you make, your reactions to your family, your commitment to your studies, is a real challenge. Every time I unearth a piece of the real Jenna King, it’s like a part of me comes alive. I wonder what it would be like to throw away my mask and follow my real dreams.
The dreams that aren’t set in stone and may not last or even come true. I watch you chasing your dreams, never knowing if they’ll come to fruition and I admire your bravery. I’d like to give myself that chance to pursue personal happiness, but that would mean adopting an attitude that embraces risk and uncertainty.”
“Did I change your life by inspiring you to pursue personal happiness, or because having me by your side made you realize that I gave you a degree of happiness in your life?”
Spencer pointed toward the driveway ahead of them. “We’re home,” he said huskily, shutting his eyes and closing his mouth on hers.
*
Jenna had never felt closer or more connected to Spencer. The minute they were in their bedroom, her hands were unbuttoning his shirt. Although pale, Spencer’s bare chest was broad and pumped. Reaching the lower buttons of his shirt, she was able to view his rippled torso and flat stomach. Her tiny hands stroked his muscular upper body. As she let them move upward, she pushed his shirt and blazer off. Topless in the dim light of the room, Spencer looked like a Greek Adonis. The moonlight reflected off his partly naked frame.
Stepping closer to him, Jenna tilted her head, opening her mouth slightly, waiting for Spencer’s tongue to make contact with her own. His lips crushed down on hers and he let his tongue explore her mouth before sucking on her tongue.
Prominent shoulder blades and soft skin -- Jenna’s hands were exploring Spencer’s sinewy back. The more intense the kiss became, the more tempted Jenna was to run her hands down his back. The electricity of the kiss and Spencer’s erection pressing against her stomach through his trousers caused Jenna to drag her fingers down Spencer’s back. He stiffened as she scratched his skin in an attempt to draw him closer.
There was just enough room in the waistband of Spencer’s trousers for Jenna to slip her fingers in. Spencer’s breathing became heavier as he felt her fingertips graze across his pubic hair. His hands went to his belt buckle to finish undressing himself. Jenna slapped them away. Placing her hands on Spencer’s pecs, she pushed hard, inclining him to start walking backward. Feeling the edge of the bed behind him, Spencer sat down on the mattress and lay back.
As he expected, Jenna was hungrily undoing his belt and unzipping his fly. His hard-on was so prominent that when freed from the pressure of straining against his trousers, he groaned aloud. Jenna tugged his trousers low so they wouldn’t interfere with her mounting him. Her hands were cool on his naked skin and while he enjoyed her appreciation of his toned body, there was only one place he wanted her hands to be and Jenna was deliberately avoiding it.
Spencer went to remove his tight black boxers. Again, Jenna prevented him from doing so with a hasty grip on his wrists to impair him from sliding them down. Spencer placed his hands under his head. It was torture of the sweetest kind. Jenna was increasingly turned on by the outline of Spencer’s erection against his shorts. She laid a hand on the shaft and rubbed it firmly through the material. The simple motion had his cock throbbing under her touch and had her crotch damp. Her hand tightened around his length and she noticed his buttocks tensing in anticipation. Taking her time, Jenna rolled down his boxers until his eight-inch prick was exposed. It was rock hard and stood straight up. Jenna noticed a droplet of clear liquid from the slit of the helmet of his cock. Grabbing his hard-on firmly, she let her tongue run over the head to taste divine fluid. Squeezing the bulb hard, she sucked and let her tongue burrow into the slit to taste more of him.
Jenna became aware her panties were dripping wet with desire. Her need to ride Spencer’s powerful cock became overwhelming. Quickly and quietly, she slipped out of her panties and stepped out of her shoes. Though tight, the material of her dress was flexible enough for Jenna to pull it up to mid-thigh. Shortening the dress gave her the freedom to climb on Spencer and straddle him.
Raising herself slightly, her hand took Spencer’s dick and she guided it to her entrance. Very slowly she began to sink down on the thick shaft. His girth was commendable and Jenna was forced to stay still for a minute or two as her pussy became accustomed to the width and length of Spencer’s erection. As she became more comfortable, Jenna began to roll her hips in a circular motion. She could see Spencer’s eyelids fluttering in pleasure at the subtle movements.
Gradually, Jenna built up the pace and began rocking on his erection. The slightly more vigorous action tempted Spencer to place his hands on Jenna’s breasts. He tugged at the dress, hoping to free them so he could view them as they bobbed in time with her bouncing. Jenna put her hands on his to stop him pulling and spoiling the shape of her dress or stretching the material.
She placed his hands firmly on her breasts indicating that was the only access he’d be having that night. Spencer squeezed hard. He heard Jenna gasping and guessed it was what she wanted him to do. He roughly grabbed and tugged her breasts. The sensation had Jenna riding Spencer faster and grinding her clit against his pubis to create a friction to bring her to orgasm.
Feeling the electric tingles begin to originate from her bud, Jenna took the opportunity to adjust her position to prolong the sex. She adopted a squatting position. Replacing Spencer’s shaft back into her pussy, Jenna was able to rise and fall on Spencer’s rod at her own pace. At times, she lowered herself until she was sitting directly on him, other times she imbibed only two of three inches of his cock.
Frustrated, Spencer’s hands went to her tiny waist and he forced her to take in his entire erection. Jenna struggled, hoping to regain control, but Spencer held her in place and jerked his hips aggressively. The stabbing sensation of him burrowing deep in her pussy made Jenna cry aloud. Spencer continued raising his hips to jerk as far as he could inside her.
Maneuvering herself back into a kneeling position, Jenna resorted to grinding on Spencer as he insisted on forcing his cock further and further into her. It wasn’t long before the pounding of Spencer’s hard-on in combination with her clit rubbing against his pubic bone had Jenna whimpering as she orgasmed. The second her vaginal muscles clamped on Spencer’s shaft, he too reached his peak and the couple climaxed in unison.
Jenna collapsed on Spencer’s chest. She was tiny and petite and weighed next to nothing. With her ear over his heart, the rhythmic thumping of his heart gave her the romantic notion that it was her alone that had thawed Spencer’s stony heart. As his hands stroked her hair and back, Jenna felt completely at peace. A flashback of the consecutives mornings she was forced to change Spencer’s bed linen because he was entertaining a different lady every night ruined her moment. She wondered if she meant something to him or was just another woman in the long list of females he bedded.
“You’re over-thinking things,” he said, breaking the silence.
“How do you know?”
“Because I’m becoming very familiar with your body. You just tensed up and have become very angular and uncomfortable to have lying on top of me, whereas minutes earlier you were soft and warm and the perfect fit for me.”
“Does it mean anything to you?”
“Jenna, haven’t I exposed enough of myself to you for one night?” It was unlike Spencer to discuss his fee
lings, let alone in a restaurant. “Trust me and if you can’t trust me, trust your gut feeling,” he advised.
Jenna rolled off him. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close to him. She buried her face in his chest. Spencer’s eyelids were closing and he felt himself shutting down and starting to sleep.
“You’ll have to stop spoiling me like this,” said Jenna.
“Mmmm. Why?”
Spencer’s question was automatic and his voice lazy.
“It was Paris last weekend. A romantic getaway this weekend. You don’t want me too accustomed to the good life or I’ll come to expect you to whisk me away every weekend.”
“I can afford that, if you’d like.”
Spencer was more interested in sleep than girly chit chat.
“All the same, maybe we could stay in New York next weekend. Could be fun having a weekend together at home.”
Spencer’s ears pricked up and his desire to sleep was beginning to abate. He could tell from the sound of Jenna’s voice she was angling for the two of them to have a weekend in New York. It was a test of sorts, but he couldn’t fathom for what, exactly.
“I should think as long as we’re together it wouldn’t matter where we are,” he said evenly.
“That’s true, but as you said, I’m a family girl and New York is home. It’d be nice to have a weekend at home with the family close by.”
“You see your family all week. I’d think by Saturday you’d want a break from it all. Especially as the weekend is the only time you don’t have work or have babysitting duties.”
“Yes, but it’s New York: the city that never sleeps. I love it there. There’s so much going on and so much to do. It’d be fun to explore it together as a couple, don’t you think?”
“I think you should close your eyes and sleep,” uttered Spencer, pretending to drift off himself.
Chapter 15
Arriving back Sunday evening, Spencer rushed to the airport to bid his family farewell as they returned to London. It wasn’t until Spencer returned home in the evening that he had the time and silence to analyze a feeling of discontentment which had plagued him for the majority of the weekend.
